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Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Birthday: 8/15/1987
Gender: Female


Interests: I DILL AT ART. THAT MAKES ME A.. DILLETANTE. oh god i spelled it wrong didn't ipleasedon'tshootme
Expertise: Totally Leading the World in Procrastination, 2oo4
Occupation: Student


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Member Since: 5/16/2002

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Saturday, January 01, 2005

Holy crap. I returned to this blog to scope out for possible college essay material and I realized that unless I want all my colleges to think they're accepting an anxiety-ridden, depressive intellectually obsessed little weirdo....................... this Xanga is pretty barren -_- so I give you.......

ZIS.

Also I've publicized half of my old entries. Why? dunno... they don't hold the same ghosts for me as they used to anymore. But kind of cool to keep it up as an archived day-to-day textual documentary on How She Grew. I really have changed a great deal. Become more lucid :P Probably not returning.. I blog jump enough as it is.

This is the weirdest thing--looking back and reading all my old stuff, I swear my writing has deproved. To express my horror....

O_O

Since it's the New Year--and I hope all of you are having a good one--I'm drunk and posting. Oddly enough, the punctuation grammar frontal lobes of my brain are still currently functioning WOT BOT DAT EY. jj.. not drunk. Only REALLY REALLY hardcore grammar nazis could be drunk and still maintain proper grippage of the language.

HAPPY 2005 ALL!

watch this terribly inspiring message careen out of nowhere.. 2005: you will follow through on at least 1/4 of your resolutions. find your true love. conquer a demon. realize where you're heading towards. find a faith. fill your stomach. make your eyes happy. (and you're not reading this shitfaced drunk right now, ARE YOU.) learn to accept everything of yourself, insecurities, weaknesses, all the crappy icky swampthings.

HEY YOU: This year is going to be better than last year. OKie dokie?

And also I work for Hallmark. WEEEE.


Friday, January 23, 2004

AHEM AHEM. *pounds desk with 5-ton gavel and watches balefully as wood caves in on foot* THE FIRST DETAIL OF THE SUPPORT GROUP MEETING SHALL NOW COME TO ORDER YEA.

Objective: How to Deny things You Shouldn't Be Acknowledging the Existence Of In the First Place

Solution:  Eradicate all evidence. BURN IT. If it's not physical, make it so. Print it out.. then BURN it. Watch the fire's flames dance and flicker and via order of nature, transform paper into ashes. Fitting, innit. Ashes to ashes .. that biblical stuff.. yeh.

Then take a deep breath, maybe utter a short prayer, shored for convenience so it goes like "Mmm. dear Deity, it me again, bye" and then stick your head innit. By "it", we mean the fire. 

Your audience will consist of the rest of the members of the Support Group who, inspired by your daring perfomance (see Bonus: have inspired others), have followed your example immediately. Fire is big enough for all. Not to worry.

 Make sure eyes are open. When you retract head, problem of Seeing Things That Shouldn't Exist is cured.

Odor of crackling flesh can then be lessened by bucket of perfume in which you, being unable to generally see anything beyond an all-consuming black, will attempt to aim your head at. After you've banged your head against several convenient rocks, impaled it on some stick lying around -- because people are too lazy to pick 'em up -- run into a tree, and knocked  around a few times with the other members' heads, eliciting nervous screams and giggles of "OWYOURHFHREGOW", as they are also busy aiming for perfume bucket, you will make it -- courtesy of that earlier prayer to Deity.

(Deity is grateful, as Deity is lounging on some cloud above, watching your antics and muffling giggles with fistfuls of buttered microwave popcorn. If you hadn't been playing with fire, Deity would've been sweeping the clouds which is oh-so-boring, considering how last week he tricked all the cloudsweepers into sticking their heads into the Sun.) 

Searing pain and howling while plunging into bucket of perfume are also symptoms of denial. You're not pure enough, idiot. Feel back to the fire by heat. This time, keep your mouth open. If you are smart, this attempt will end in success.

YOU ARE CURED.

YAY!!! Drinks all around! Biscuits! Tea!!! BEER!! Your choice of liquid. That perfume is still there, y'know, and locks of burnt hair merely adds flava.


Thursday, January 22, 2004

REALLY!!


Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Seriously, after all this ceremony and suspense, there BETTER be some good honest-to-God snow tomorrow morning.  Six inches of thick, Real Ice blocking the entrance to the school and one mean chem test. 'Cept I actually get Chapter 8. I DO! Atoms, and nucleus, and protons, and JJThomson who suddenly is my best friend.


Tuesday, January 06, 2004

holy small mackerel, men. I could not sleep last night

while contemplating fish

the way they sink in ocean

and gulp in bubble and

just basically scale.



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